The mountain air was cold and thin. He was alone on the peak. Neither had a disciple nor any of his enemies, who he also considered disciples of a sort, made it half this far. He could survey all the land beneath, and with eyes sharper than nature intended, survey them like little ants.
He sent them love. All of them.
Sitting in a lotus position, he closed his eyes, smiling.
But then his smile faltered.
He shifted a bit, showing discomfort.
He lifted one curled leg.
He farted.
Resting, his smile widened.
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C. Rommial Butler
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
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Comments (6)
How did I miss the farting Buddha? You know, even though this was funny, I found it remarkably comforting too. Who knew a fart had such power?
Hahahahahhahahahhahaa this made me burst out laughing! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Hilarious take!! 😂😂
Nice interesting story excellent keep it up
Sometimes that is all you need to be content. Lol Nice one
Eccentric sweet story of nature !🌹